We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet When one is absent from our space It leaves a hole one can’t replace When loved ones are called away To new horizons and can’t stay In the familiar anymore to remain We still miss them dearly clear and plain But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that binds us still While they seek their calling to fulfill. Whether absent from the body Or absent from this place The tie that binds us transcends time and space. The ties that bond us are the stuff of grace. I want to go there, where we shall never part A place where new beginnings find their start Where memories and sweet endings dwell Together they say “All is well!” I want to go there to those places in the heart… We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet We miss what never mattered much When one is absent from our touch But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that ...
Before- the action was over 1/4 inch to start with... and the bridge was lifted to over 3/8 of an inch gap, over a substantial belly bulge in the lower bout. There was a bow in the neck... and the tuners were loose. The bridge plate was a little shredded... but surprisingly no braces were loose. So the bridge just popped off in my hand once the bridgepins were removed- no separation required. I made a couple of cauls (from steel electrical gangbox covers) to place on the bridgeplate and the front of the belly, which was 5/16 of an inch out of plane on each side. I moistened the spruce first then heated the cauls in boiling water to about 200 degrees before placing them inside and out- held in place by rare earth magnets- and then clamped with a damp piece of chamois under the cauls. I applied more heat to the metal cauls with an iron heated to 200 degrees. Also applied steam to the area... While that was clamped I cleaned and flattened the rosewood bridge. ...
Can't believe it's been over ten years since I wrote this one... Holy Love can heal a broken body Holy peace can make the demons flee Holy Joy releases sin's poor captives And gives new strength to hearts set free Holy fruit of the Spirit crowned with power Crowned because God is the source alone The fruit bears the seed that soon will flower Into the greatest harvest we have known! So the pot of the manna of your provision And the resurrection life of Aaron's Rod And the Tablets of law are our vision Written on hearts prepared by our God! Our hearts are the ark of your presence Your covenant is kept within this place Your presence goes with us where're we're carried Our hearts are but vessels for your grace! Anthony Foster September 7,1999
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